Category Archives: nature

dusting off the buttons and levers

Surely carnivores are in camouflage rehearsal; and maybe this means the birds can rest their weary wings without worry, this night at least; maybe they do not keep track of time except for sundown chickens. Then again the wolves likely … Continue reading

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at last a silent morning reflection

Never heard of anyone ever asking an actual body of water about how it may happen to feel as a stream or a river forced to exist on a frothy spectrum. Maybe the rush, rush, rush, and the constant talk … Continue reading

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click click this and that

a fill here and a swirl there once upon a time an eagle inhabited the original picture hard to know how this environmental manipulation might make it feel maybe a bit dizzy hopefully not too disoriented

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maybe playing with seasons will fix this frazzled fuse

Dear birds, your presence has been a colorful, harmonious pleasure. Sorry some of your kin became cat toys. If it helps, we both envy your freedom. We cannot flutter towards the heavens or make whoopee a hundred times per day. … Continue reading

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the river is its own mind

the emeralds melted and are sliding as a messy mass towards a mental destiny which width forbids the journey from proceeding unhidden – and if unbidden or given unhindered freedom to pass is at this point immaterial as well as … Continue reading

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lazy and cynical s.o.b me

sparrow vocal and chubby alit and then split, likely a bit spoiled on corn hauled in from the city, mainly showing what a shame it is when what it is ought to be sweet. these treats the farthest from the … Continue reading

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working on woodsy scenes

the panther our spotlight softly reveals inherited slink from an ancient midnight union, so silent printing techniques come from instinct that shall never know adulteration; for viewers eyes roll and whiskers twitch with a black humor at how a cricket … Continue reading

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